Welcome! Midtown is now accepting new lodgers! Please follow the tour to apply!
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Midtown Lodging House, the sign says. Boarders, inquire inside.
You warily step inside, but take a sigh of relief at
the well-kept, older gentleman scribbling on paper behind the desk, with a
teenage boy looking over his shoulder. So far, so good. The boy spots you
first, and waves in you, giving you a half-smile.
"Hello, there. You are looking for a bed, da? These are
the finest beds in all the city." He pauses when the man behind the desk
gives a grunt of disapproval.
"Maybe the cheapest, Pasha; you know I don't like when
you lie," The old man says, getting to his feet as you walk forward, and
reaching out to shake your hand. "I'm Mr. Jones, I run this place. You look
like a good kid, so if you are looking for a bed, you're welcome to stay.
And don't worry about the beds; they're sturdy, just nothing like
down-feathers or whatever this boy will try to sell you with."
"I was doing my job," Pasha says, only sounding mildly
irritated as he offers you his hand once Mr. Jones lets it
go. "I am Pasha. It is good to know you."
"A new one!" comes a cheerful female, as a
girl with strikingly similar features to Pasha comes tripping down the stairs,
holding a broom. Once she stops in front of you, she gives you a bright
smile. "Hello, I am Sveta. I care for the devotchkas, the girls, in this establishment."
You nod, and all at once, Pasha is in front of you
once again.
"Yes, and I am in charge of all the lodgers in this place. So, you are
staying?"
At your wary nod, he claps you on the back. "Good,
good. Well, then you must have a tour, yes? Come!"
You shrug, and after receiving a slight wave from
Sveta and Mr. Jones, follow Pasha up the stairs.
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